There is no time for joy
The time upon which I stand
becomes a darkened void
The eyes that glance upon me
shall see only what I will
The eyes that see right through me
avoid my dark clouded path
as to save their foolish souls
to leave me to my thoughts
the morbid well in which I drown
the life freely flowing
red into the water
Until the final breath is
lost within the morning mist
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is no time for joy The time upon which I stand becomes a darkened void....Present day life is very busy and although comfortable still this is full of stress. We are so much busy that even we do not get time for self. We are lost in morning busy mist until the final breath. This poem makes us emotional and this is excellently penned...10